Counting down

Mom is eagerly counting down the hours until it is officially July 18th, and I will be officially 8 years old!

Mom says that means I will officially be a senior citizen. She's making all sorts of jokes about Medicare and AARP and false teeth, to which I say, HA. HA. HA. Very funny. She should be thanking her lucky stars that I decided to stick around this long. We've been together for four years now! It's been the best four years of Mom's life, and she'd do well to remember that!

Really I can't complain. Sure, there were some hairy situations in the past, like when I decided to snack on the electric lamp cord and nearly set fire to my jaw. Or the time that I ate half of Mom's house plant, and she had to call Poison Control. But mostly it has been four years of sunshine and happiness. What else would you expect from Frederic the Great?

Tomorrow will mark another milestone too. My faithful mate Kenzie will turn five. She doesn't look a day over three. She's come a long way since she first arrived here, overweight and covered with unsightly stains. Now she's sleek and svelte and glowing white, a real beauty. Mom can't remember a time when it wasn't the three of us, the three amigos (or the three Stooges, whichever you prefer).

Mom has to go to that horrible dungeon place she calls "work" tomorrow, but she's promised us a huge birthday salad when she gets home, and she saved us the biggest, fattest, juiciest cherry of the bunch! We love cherries. I like to gobble mine down and then groom Kenzie, leaving big red lip marks all over her snowy white fur. Mom thinks that is adorable. Mom thinks most things we do are adorable, which, really, they are.